Dark OccurancesA Poem by Dord
Tell me, is it there?
Hovering over my bed Staring down at me Evil fills its eyes Blood red and freezing they are Every second hurts It's not a human Alive it has never been life and love it hates Tell me, is it there? Hovering over my face Or has it returned? Hell is where it goes When the clock strikes night away And the light enters
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StatsAuthorDordPhiladelphia, PAAboutI enjoy writing but never had an audience or people to present it to, I love all styles including poetry, narratives, and scripts. more..Writing
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